My, Their Feet Have Grown
McGamma, the girls can wear Darn Tough socks right into the ground, and the three oldest just had replacements for their Christmas socks mailed to them recently. Susannah and Mildred both chose the same style, so when they dressed all matchy-matchy for church, I wheedled a picture.
A flock of birds! We must be aching for spring.
And these three together. I love to see them growing up so fine and true, but still...sigh. Remember them?
5 comments :
O My, how do you bear it, look at those gorgeous women!
I KNOW.
I bear it by ignoring it as much as possible, though it's about as effective as an ostrich burying its head in the sand. They keep growing, the brassy things!
They are such lovely girls. I'm looking forward to seeing them grow more- this connection to you family via blog has made all of your children very dear to me!
oh dear me. Those babies. Those young ladies. My heart stops. This IS how is should be. I tell myself that often. This is how it works. They do fly out of the nest eventually.
And then my heart shatters and I die just a little bit more.
They are loveliness personified, those three.
SadiecpT.,
In person, please! :) And I feel the same way about your children. Having never met one in the flesh, and even with your long blogging breaks, I am fond of every last one of them.
Rebecca,
Sometimes at church I glance at the row of lovely young women across the way and start inwardly. Where did our babies go?!
Ditto to your comment.
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